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Snow like lead and cement...
So between the rain, sleet, and snow last night into this morning, we got about three inches of the white stuff by the time it stopped - fading back into rain a little bit. But it was three inches of beyond heavy, wet, icy crap to shovel.
Described on the evening news as "like lead or cement" to remove. Joy. So I went out to shovel (and OMG, this was the worst bit of now we've had this season so far! Much prefer two feet of the white fluffy stuff than the three icy, saturated inches I tried to scrape off the drive). I was just starting the head of the driveway which had about two feet of plow deposits when The Mad Walker came down the street with her dog. Now, The Mad Walker is an elderly lady who got a dog not too long ago, and this must be the most well-exercised dog on the planet. Rain or shine, snow, sleet or dark of night will not deter her from her appointed rounds through the neighborhood at *least* four times a day. She used to walk by herself, but now she has the dog to keep her company. She is sweet, and I am sure that I once knew her name, but I can't remember ever introducing myself to her. We wave, and smile, but today she stopped and we chatted. I crossed the street to say hello to her sweet puppy.
And down the cross street comes a guy pushing his snow blower. And without a word or a look to us he makes a bee-line for my driveway and starts to carve into the ice-bound drift plowed-in head of the driveway.
Neither of us recognize him. But wow, he just tore through the bank and started to clear what I hadn't yet got to. I stayed out of his way, but I did go back to clearing walkways and cleaning up the drive behind my car. And without a word, he'd finished his appointed task and when I look around for him he is halfway up the cross street, done. I yelled a "Thank YOU!" but, he didn't make any indication he heard me.
So I feel I have to pay it forward. Which may take some thought, but I usually can find an opportunity to do so.
Who was that mystery man with the snow blower?
Described on the evening news as "like lead or cement" to remove. Joy. So I went out to shovel (and OMG, this was the worst bit of now we've had this season so far! Much prefer two feet of the white fluffy stuff than the three icy, saturated inches I tried to scrape off the drive). I was just starting the head of the driveway which had about two feet of plow deposits when The Mad Walker came down the street with her dog. Now, The Mad Walker is an elderly lady who got a dog not too long ago, and this must be the most well-exercised dog on the planet. Rain or shine, snow, sleet or dark of night will not deter her from her appointed rounds through the neighborhood at *least* four times a day. She used to walk by herself, but now she has the dog to keep her company. She is sweet, and I am sure that I once knew her name, but I can't remember ever introducing myself to her. We wave, and smile, but today she stopped and we chatted. I crossed the street to say hello to her sweet puppy.
And down the cross street comes a guy pushing his snow blower. And without a word or a look to us he makes a bee-line for my driveway and starts to carve into the ice-bound drift plowed-in head of the driveway.
Neither of us recognize him. But wow, he just tore through the bank and started to clear what I hadn't yet got to. I stayed out of his way, but I did go back to clearing walkways and cleaning up the drive behind my car. And without a word, he'd finished his appointed task and when I look around for him he is halfway up the cross street, done. I yelled a "Thank YOU!" but, he didn't make any indication he heard me.
So I feel I have to pay it forward. Which may take some thought, but I usually can find an opportunity to do so.
Who was that mystery man with the snow blower?